Their midnight snack…
My morning indigestion…
We can all remember the first time the magic of Disney brought us Bambi and his ilk (or should I spell that ‘elk?’). We never saw the dark side of our little antlered friends did we; the one where they sneak about the night bounding over any fence shorter than a Sequoia, smug in the fact that they can devour a drift of daisies, a row of roses, and a lane of lilies before their two-legged foes so much as pour their first cup of coffee. And while I’m planning my imaginery all-venison buffet, they are reclining in some shaded glen planning their own menu of late night snacks to be had in my unfenced and well-stocked outdoor larder.
I once planted hundreds of bulbs in rocky terrain that I weeded and tilled myself. I had blisters on blisters and a sore back, but I was very proud of myself. It was so exciting to see all those little green buds come up, and I guess the deer found them exciting too. For a few months I looked out my window and saw a sea of stems. DEER SUCK.
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